Fictoid: robot contemplating a box of corn flakes

I am so lonely.

If only I could
eat this box of
corn flakes, how
happy I would be !

Oh, who am I trying to kid?

I am locked in a bunker
five miles underground.
All of humanity is dead. 
I will stay here until
my gears wear down,
my oil dries out, and
the atomic pile turns cold…

text © Buzz Dixon

(updated August 8, 2018)